v2 Chapter 963： One day as a teacher (32)

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Perhaps it is because I grew up beside my father, Qiao Hong.

Chaucer has long forgotten what fear is.

He can only bear the pain, and then silently convert the pain into the reason he lives.

But at that moment, he was feeling the fear.

Like when he was a child, hiding in the dark, watching Qiao Hong whipping his mother.

After Chaucer said that he did not dare to look at the kite, he just stared at her.

Will she dislike herself? Will you hate yourself? Will you still like yourself?

Chaucer didn't know.

I don't want to know.

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The heart of the first kite is very clear. Chaucer will not be a good person. After all, the word blackening is not to talk about it.

"I will not do these things in the future." The kite patted his back: "I heard no."

"Teacher, don't you think that me... is it bad?" He also wanted to be clean and become a good student in her eyes, but he was not.

He has long been trapped in the mire.

I have struggled.

Unfortunately, his strength is too small.

No one can pull him.

So he might as well take root in the quagmire.

but……

Just as he planned to do so, she appeared.

She can easily take herself out of the dirty quagmire, and I can beat myself back in one sentence.

Chaucer was inexplicably nervous and unconsciously tightened the clothes of the first kite.

The first kite loosened him, and the teenager also let her go, and the two met.

She did not speak.

Just kissed him.

He was placed at the table and kissed for a long time.

For a long time, Chaucer thought he was going to suffocate and die.

The kite let him go: "Hurry up for breakfast, late for class."

"teacher?"

The first kite yelled at him: "What, I want to feed?"

Chaucer shook his head, half a sigh of his mouth, showing a slight smile, she did not hate herself.

With this recognition, Chaucer’s tight-stringed strings are relaxed at once.

He opened the chair and sat down for breakfast.

The first kite sat carelessly, didn't eat, and looked at him.

In the end, Chaucer was in love for the first time. He was embarrassed to be seen by the kite, and he hurriedly finished eating and changing clothes.

Before going to class, he took out the sheets of the washing machine and put them out to dry.

"Teacher, I am leaving."

"Ok."

Although Chaucer lives here, it is not the first kite to go, or Chaucer first go, they never go out together during the day.

Although the building also lived with the teacher, Chaucer was very careful and never found it once.

Chaucer took the bag and walked to the entrance.

After a while he walked back again and leaned over to kiss the face of the kite: "Teacher, see you at school."

After saying that Chaucer immediately turned and changed shoes to leave.

At the beginning of the kite's fingertips, tap the desktop and tap a few times. Then touch the phone and call: "Give me a few people."

"What does the boss want to do?"

"I said killing you, do you believe?"

"..."

The other party is silent.

Half a smashing kite got up, the chair and the ground rubbed, and stabbed.

"Do not worry, don't kill people." Where to use a person to find someone to do.

"Okay." This should be the opposite.

The kite hangs up and stands down to the balcony.

Just seeing the boy slowly go out, he seems to feel a little, look up and look up.

Separated, the kite could not see his expression, only that he should be happy at this time.

The kite took back the line of sight and took a look at the sheets hanging on the balcony.

She thoughtfully went back to change clothes to go to school.

When I was in class, Chaucer was obviously more serious.

His eyes always fall on him.

Of course, the first kite felt that he didn’t listen to what he said.

It’s just that I’m not sleeping at class, but looking at her intently.

The first kite didn't care, let him see.

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"Yu, do you think that Chaucer is not quite right?"

Meng Yu’s front desk came back and spoke to Meng Yu.

Chaucer used to go to class not to sleep or to write and draw his own paintings.

Meng Yu bit his pen and looked over to Joe.

He held his chin with one hand and looked at the direction of the blackboard. His expression and nothing changed in the past. It seemed to be just looking bored.

Meng Yu looked at him in the sight of him, and the first kite stood on the side of the podium.

"Listen to your class." Meng Yu's front desk.

The front desk scratched his head and turned back to continue the class.

Meng Yu looked at Chaucer again, and he still maintained that position.

The kite was no longer on the podium. She walked down, but Chaucer did not change.

Meng Yu frowned.

"Meng Yu, what **** is going to class?"

Meng Yu’s heart jumped, and when he looked up, he saw that the first kite did not know when he stood next to him, and looked at him with a faint look.

"Speak about the meaning of this sentence."

Meng Yu: "..."

Which sentence?

Where did you talk about it? !

Meng Yu was penalized twenty times, and he was so angry that Meng Yu went to school and went straight to the table.

"Ye, how do I feel that the devil is deliberately targeting you?"

Meng Yu gloomy glanced at him.

Also use you to say.

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midnight.

Qiao Hong finished a meeting and listened to a group of people quarreling. At this time, the headache was terrible. I thought that Chaucer’s troubles had not been solved, and the headache was even worse.

"Hae Joe back to school?"

"Yes, Joe Dong." The assistant in front answered.

"That girl gave me a good job." Qiao Hong's face was a bit gloomy.

The assistant understood what to do and did not ask: "That Joe Dong... Do you still need to bring the young master back?"

Qiao Hong thought for a while: "Not needed for the time being."

He paused: "He is living with the first singer?"

"Yes."

"Hey." Qiao Hong snorted: "This 阮 筝 筝 is also a bit of a skill, so that the stinky boy can not know the north and south."

The assistant cautiously said: "The young master has not experienced anything."

Qiao Hong did not know what he was thinking and did not answer.

The assistant also closed his mouth.

嘎吱——

The car slammed down and Qiao Hong took a look and lost his manners.

Qiao Hong, who is not in a good mood, is even worse at this time. After sitting up straight, look forward.

They couldn’t see a car on the road they were walking at this time. Only the street lamps on both sides tirelessly illuminated the road, and the inexplicable was a bit gloomy.

At this time, in front of them, two cars were parked side by side, blocking the way.

The car is a very common brand, black.

There is a man standing outside the car. His body is tall and his muscles are strong. He can play it at a glance.

The driver and assistant immediately got off to check.

"What are you doing?"

"Mr. Joe, our boss has a request." The man's rough voice, said to Joe Hong in the car.

The assistant frowned, his eyes swept over the perimeter, and the vigilant shouting asked: "Who is your boss?"

This time, stop here.

How to look is not good.

The assistant touched the phone with a quiet voice.

However, the assistant quickly found that there was no signal and the phone could not get out.

The man over there went two steps forward, and his attitude was not humble: "Mr. Joe will know when he arrives, please."

The assistant immediately returned to the car, making it calm: "What the **** are you! What do you want!"